Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Crime,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.